Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake love, till it pleases.

Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw you him whom my soul loves?

It was but a little after I passed by them, when I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till it pleases.

Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them.

Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat its pleasant fruits.

I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick with love.

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?

Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

My dove, my perfect one, is the only one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the favorite one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. Why will you look upon the Shulamite? As upon a dance before two armies?.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

O that you were as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! if I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yea, I would not be despised.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until it pleases.

Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bore you.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.

You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: let me hear it.